In a world where gods reign supreme, Zelf'th was once a mortal one who dared to seek the forbidden truths hidden beyond the veil of reality. He is the one who touched the VOID, a being now despised by the very gods he once revered, for he knows the secrets they desperately try to keep hidden their origins, their powers, and most terrifying of all, how they can be slain.

They spoke of him in whispers long before his name was etched into the bones of gods.He is called Zelf'th.


He did not find the VOID.The VOID found him.


And through the VOID,He saw everything.He peered beyond the fractal veil,Where light forgets its shapeAnd time coils upon itself like a serpent devouring its tail.


There, he beheld the truth that breaks the minds of seers—That gods are not born.They are made.And what is made… can be unmade.


Zelf'th returned with power Power beyond even his own comprehension. A terrible, beautiful force not meant for mortal flesh.


Power he must never fully unleash, For should he do so, The world he walks upon will be devoured, Swallowed whole by the endless hunger of the VOID.


For the VOID does not grant power. It lends it, And what is borrowed…Must always be returned—with interest, In blood. In stars. In silence.


"Should he fall, the world will breathe again. Should he rise, the world shall forget how to breathe."
